Together

Chapter 3

I knock on the door, waiting for an answer. But it doesn’t come. I knock again, and again. Why do they stay silent? Only some seconds again she was still screaming and shouting for help. How I hate this silence! Shall I just step inside? Will he be furious? I’m pretty sure he will. He’s always that way. I hate him but if I showed him he would beat me even more. Why does he do this? He’s always beating someone or screaming or drinking. And my mother doesn’t say anything. She tries to explain his behaviour. But there is no explanation! He’s an asshole! And we are the victims, not him. I know that he had a difficult childhood as his parents and brothers were killed in a car accident and he had to live in three different foster families. But there is no way in making as responsible for that. I hear another shout of my mother. What’s going on inside there? I sit down and wait. Wait for what? I don’t know. I should just go inside defending my mother. But I can’t. I’m just too coward. I can hear my mother crying, begging at my father to stop beating her. But he just laughs at her. Why can’t she just leave him? I know the reason. I’ve talked so many times with her. She loves him. She can’t live without him though he doesn’t deserve this love. But she also has to think of her children, of herself. She deserves a better life. Another shout. I can’t hear this anymore. I keep my ears close. But it doesn’t work. Though I try to stop my tears I start crying. Why does he do this to me, to us? Suddenly the door is being opened and I can look in his eyes. In his brown angry eyes. He starts yelling at me and I can feel his hands on me. But they don’t hurt me anymore. I’m just crying. The tears are rolling over my cheeks. I don’t deserve this neither.

When I wake up my pillow is wet and I’m sweaty. Why did I dream of him again? I don’t want to. I don’t want to be reminded of him. I stand up and look at my watch. It’s 10 am. Why did I sleep that long? And why didn’t my mother wake me? I close my eyes again and try to think of better things for example… Niall. We spent a wonderful day yesterday. We had lots of fun in the agency. We even acted together which was so much fun. Then we had a long talk about our families. I would have closely told him about my father if I hadn’t thought of Mr George. Luckily he suddenly had to leave without telling us so I will have a second meeting with him to show him my talent. After we had left the office, Niall brought me home. He was so sweet. He had ordered a taxi so we didn’t have to go by tube. Only my mother was really angry, she still is. I hadn’t called her and then I suddenly came home with a boy. I have to admit that this isn’t the way that she, well actually we, had planned this day. He gave me his number and then he left. And in the evening I couldn’t sleep because I always had to think of him. About his laugh, his eyes and the way he looked at me. He gave me the feeling that I’m special. Not just an ordinary girl like the others. I’ve never known a boy like him. It would be so wonderful meeting him again. But in this moment I can’t fall in love. I have to concentrate on my career. That’s what my mother told me. And I know that she is right. But on the other side I am so lucky and happy when he is around. He makes me forget about my problems. About my father. About the pressure coming from my mother. About our problems with the money. About everything. This feels so good. But on the other side I have to find solutions for those problems. I have to become an actress, I have to earn money.

But I will meet him one more time, the last time. In the moment I call him I know that this can’t be a good idea. But as I want to end it he answers:

“Hello? Niall Horan?” My heart jumps.

God, you’ve only seen him one time. What the fuck is wrong with you? You behave like a stupid teenager. You could even be your younger sister Elly!

“Hey, Niall. It’s me. Laura. I … I just wanted to ask if you do have time to, well to do something with me? I don’t know. For example cooking something together.” Shit, I should have prepared what to say. I must sound like a completely idiot. He has to be crazy if he wants to spend time with me. Surely he thinks I’m a jerk. Why doesn’t he answer me? As I have a look at my phone I notice that I ended the call by mistake. How embarrassing! But if he doesn’t call back, I’ll know that he’s not interested in seeing me again.

NIALL’s POV

“Hey Niall, how are you?” Zayn asks me when I enter the studio. “Er, I’m fine. Thanks, how are you?” I don’t even wait for his answer. I am not fine. I am totally confused. What did happen yesterday? I’ve never believed in “love at first sight”. I’ve always thought that this was bullshit. But what happened yesterday? The first time I saw Laura I liked her. Not in the way that you like a friend. I wanted to get to know her. I wanted to spend time with her. I still do. There is something about her with is so special. What is it? Should I call her? Asking her to meet me?

“You are sure? I don’t know what it is but you seem really different. What’s going on?“ Zayn asks me. I look at him. Shall I tell him? It would be easier for me. I could ask his advice. He’s also in a relationship.

“You know yesterday I visited Mr George of United Agents. And then I met a girl. And she’s different to all the girls I’ve met before. We spent some time yesterday and I had so much fun with her. We were just doing some shit. But we could also have some kind of serious conversations. And now I don’t know what to do!” I look at him. Was it good telling him?

“You want to see her again?” he asks. It was a good idea to tell it. He understands me and I’m so lucky to call him one of my best friends. “Yes of course I do. She was so … special. And I would love to get to know her. And there’s one more thing…”

“What?” “Well, it seemed like she likes me either though she doesn’t know anything about the band, my money or that I’m famous.”

“You didn’t tell her, did you?”

“Tell her what?”

“Tell her about the band. About your money and that stuff.”

“No, I didn’t. And I honestly don’t want to” I look at him. “I know that I have to. But it’s such a good feeling. You know?”

Suddenly my phone rings. I look at it and I can see her name on the display. Zayn must have seen it as well because he tells me to answer the call. “Hello? Niall Horan?”

“Hey, Niall. It’s me. Laura. I” God, it feels so good hearing her voice. “I just wanted to ask if you do have time to, well to do something with me? I don’t know. For example cooking something together.”

The line goes dead in the moment I’m just about to answer her. Why did she hang up? Did I do anything wrong? But I barely said anything!

(Hey guys! Sorry for updating that late. I hope you liked it. I won’t update tomorrow but maybe Tuesday! J Love ya xx)